Gensomaden Saiyuki Fan Fiction ❯ Counterfeit Life ❯ Chapter 4 ( Chapter 5 )

Warning: This story is NC-17 because it contains foul language, explicit sex, and generalized adult themes.

 

This story will also contain YAOI… MAN-ON-MAN SEX… don't like it… fine… just go elsewhere.

 

I'M STATING THIS HERE AND NOW FOR ALL READERS TO SEE…

 

IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 17, OR ARE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH THE IDEA OF MAN-ON-MAN SEX PLEASE MOVE ALONG TO ANOTHER STORY. FROM HERE ON OUT… THERE'S SEXUAL CONTENT IN JUST ABOUT EVERY CHAPTER. THANK YOU!

 

Disclaimer: I don't own Saiyuki… they belong to Kazuya Minekura, and she is a lucky lucky lady… I do however own the song addiction, and any original characters.

 

Sidenotes: This story is AU, and takes place in present day New York… Oh and don't be surprised if the characters are OOC, because I decided to create a more emotional side to both of the main characters, to push the story along.

 

Also: This story hasn't been beta read, but I'm fairly anal about revision and spell check and the like, so there should be very few grammatical errors. Hopefully none, but one never knows.

 

Please read and review as I can use all the help I can get. I'd appreciate any suggestions. Anywho, I hope you like it.

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Chapter 4: Dark Secrets

Sanzo's POV…

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Sanzo smiled as he ran his fingers through silky ruby locks. It just doesn't get much better then this, he thought as he looked down at the man in his arms. They'd spent the last 48 hours in bed together, and every time he woke up to find Gojyo pressed against him, it made his heart beat a little faster. He had to be in heaven. Nope… not yet… but soon. He'd asked Gojyo to move in with him, and the redhead had said yes. He didn't care where they moved, as long as he could wake up to this feeling every day.

 

Sanzo leaned towards the end table, and the angel in his arms stirred. He reached for his cell to check the time, but Gojyo stilled his hand. “Oh no you don't! You promised me three uninterrupted days.”

 

“You can relax,” he said soothingly dropping a kiss on the creased brow, “I was just checking the time. I'm kind of hungry, and if it's not too late, we can order something. I'm way too sore to cook.”

 

“Alright,” he mumbled against the pale chest, and bit below his lips.

 

“Ow…” he grabbed his phone, and checked the time. “Well if we order in the next five minutes, we can get something from the place down the street.”

 

“Which one?”

“Percy's.”

“Isn't that a hamburger place?”

“Yeah.”

“What time is it?”

 

“11:45… Uhhh… Oomph… Gojyo! What the hell…” he growled as the redhead stole the phone from his hand, and wandered out of the room. What the hell is he doing?, he wondered. After about five minutes, he got tired of waiting, and got up to go find his lover. He hadn't made it three steps before Gojyo pounced on him, pushed him back onto the bed, and grinned.

 

“Food is on the way. Decent food.”

“From?”

 

“Don't worry about it. It's a surprise.” Gojyo said, and pressed their lips together, in a delicate kiss. Sanzo gripped scarlet strands, and pulled Gojyo back down, lengthening the kiss. Now that he'd had a taste, there was no way the redhead was going to escape. Gojyo moaned into his mouth, and he felt his lovers member stir against his thigh. Gojyo finally pulled away, and took a large breath. “Look what you did,” he said, then pointed at his half-mast erection. Before he could even respond, Gojyo rubbed their members together, and he felt himself twitch in response. Gojyo smiled deviously, and began to work his hips in slow circles.

 

I don't think so, he thought as he flipped them over, and Gojyo pouted. “You're making trouble again, Lover. Maybe I should punish you?” He can be such a little cock tease… He nipped the flesh of Gojyo's neck softly, then moved down and to the right, and pulled a rosy nipple roughly with his teeth. Gojyo groaned, and he moved back up to his ear, tongue painting a trail as he went. “Is that what you want, Gojyo?” he paused to nip his lovers ear, and reveled in the shiver that passed through the body underneath him.

 

“You want me to punish you?” he nipped the tan ear again, hand trailing down to caress Gojyo's entrance. “You want me to spank you?” his finger teased around the edges, then moved back up, and Gojyo whimpered in frustration. “Do you want me to fuck you through the mattress?” he growled, and squeezed the head of Gojyo's erection. The redhead bucked beneath him, and shook his head yes. “Well the food is on the way, so it'll have to wait.” He left a chaste kiss on his lovers lips, grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and a wife beater, tossed them on, and left the room.

 

As he made his way down the hallway, he heard a very loud growl coming from the bedroom. Revenge is sweet he thought, even though he was as hard as a rock. Next time… tease him… not me! He made a mental note, pressed the button to get his fireplace started, and lit some candles. He grabbed some plates and silverware, and set them on the coffee table. He looked through all his wine, grabbed a deep merlot, and some glasses, and put them on the coffee table as well. Apparently, the redhead had no intention of coming to dinner, so Sanzo decided to go find him.

 

When he went back into the bedroom, he nearly fell over in surprise. Gojyo was penetrating himself, his hard cock waving in the breeze, and he had a look on his a face so tawdry, that Sanzo's mouth went dry. His mind stopped working, and he was overcome by the need to touch. “Ah, Ah, Ah. Stop right there.” Gojyo husked, and he froze. His digits pulled out, he plopped back onto the bed, circled the tip of his erection, and moaned in response. Beautiful… So fucking beau… but his brain short-circuited, when the redhead licked his lips and drawled, “I wish your thick cock was inside me right now.”

 

Sanzo took a few steps closer, but stopped when he received an admonishing look. Oh… we've played this game before… Gojyo liked to force Sanzo to watch while he masturbated, but he never let him touch. He wasn't even allowed to pleasure himself. It was a dirty trick he used to get Sanzo in the mood, when he was busy with work, and it never failed. Gojyo grasped his cock, and slid his hand up and down his length. Sanzo took another couple of steps closer, Gojyo was panting and moaning, and his body vibrated in response.

 

He took a few more steps until he was at the foot of the bed, as Gojyo continued to stroke his length. “God I want you inside me so bad… I want you to fill me… I want you to make me scream… so ready for you…” Precum was pouring out of Gojyo's tip as he worked himself. Sanzo planted a knee on the bed, and hovered over his lover. Gojyo's breaths turned into harsh pants, “Sanzo… having you watch me is so hot…” he pumped furiously and within moments he came into his own hand.

 

Gojyo raised his fingers to his lips, and licked away his own come. He stuck out a finger, and Sanzo swiped his tongue across the tip. There was something about tasting Gojyo's seed that always made him lose control. He growled, slid between Gojyo's thighs, and gripped his hips roughly. Gojyo flipped them over, and positioned Sanzo at his entrance, as he ran his fingernails over hard flesh. He eased Sanzo in just past the pucker and stopped. Sanzo growled, “Gojyo…”

 

“What's wrong?”

“Want… to… be… inside…” he grit out.

 

“I bet you do,” Gojyo said with a smirk, and practically pranced off to find something to wear. Fucking bastard… Sanzo thought as he laid there in misery. His cock was throbbing, and his whole body was itching to find release. Apparently, Gojyo wasn't one to be out done at his own game. I promise I won't tease him… ever… ever… EVER… again… he thought as he looked down at his poor neglected cock.

 

He forced himself to move when he caught a tantalizing scent in the air. Italian?

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“Sanzo?”

“Hmmm?” he said as he caressed his lovers shoulder.

 

“You've never told me about your family before,” the redhead said, as he traced circles over his lovers knee, “What are they like?”

 

Sanzo starred at the fire for several minutes before answering. “Not much to tell really. My mother died when I was twelve, and my dad is… my dad.”

 

“Sanzo!” Gojyo growled, “I really want to know.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Everything.” Sanzo raised his eyebrow. “How did your mother die?”

“Cancer.”

“I'm sorry.”

“It's okay. It was a long time ago.” Sanzo said with a scowl.

“So… tell me something else…”

Sanzo stiffened, “I don't really…”

 

“Oh come on, Sanzo. I've told you so much about me. How I grew up, the people I lived with, everything, but I know next to nothing about you.”

 

“Why does it matter?” he sighed, sat up, and lit a cigarette.

“Because your past made you who you are and…”

 

“Goddamn it, Gojyo. Did you ever think that maybe I don't want to talk about my past, because it's fucked up? That maybe I don't want to talk about my family, because I hate my fucking family? Huh? And it's not like I ever asked to hear about your first pet, or your first fuck. You shared all that shit with me by choice.” Sanzo was pacing across his living room like a caged animal. He stopped when he heard a low growl. He looked down and his lover had tears hanging in his eyes.

 

“You're right,” Gojyo whispered, his face steely, and his eyes pained. “I did volunteer all that stuff. Far be it for me to believe that you wanted to get to know me better. That maybe I was a little more than a piece of fucking ass. My mistake.” Gojyo stood up, went into the bedroom, and slammed the door behind him. Oh fuck… what the hell have I done?

 

Sanzo took the time to finish his cigarette, he wanted to cool off, and went down the hallway. When he got to the door he knocked, but there was no answer. He pressed his ear to the door, and he could hear muffled curses and what sounded vaguely like crying. I'm such a fucking bastard…

 

Sanzo opened the door quietly, and moved toward his bed slowly, when he found the lamp next to his reading chair, he turned it on with a small click. Gojyo was curled in a ball on the bed, and Sanzo felt his heart shatter. “Go away… I don't want to talk right now. I'll be out of here in an hour. Just leave me alone,” Gojyo said with a stuffy nose. I don't want you to go, he thought, but knew he couldn't tell the redhead. If he wanted his love to stay he was going to have to do something drastic. Sanzo climbed onto the bed next to him, and pulled the redhead into an embrace. Gojyo fought against him, “Don't touch…”

 

“My mother's name was Kanzeon.” Gojyo stopped trying to escape the embrace, and looked at him curiously. His past was where he hid all his wounds, and if Gojyo wanted to know, he'd tell him. Anything had to be better than his love leaving. “She was the most beautiful woman in the world. I know a lot of kids think that about their mothers when they're young, and it changes as they get older… but as I've grown up… I've only become more convinced that it's fact.” Gojyo curled deeper into the nook of Sanzo's shoulder, and he smiled. It's working…

 

“She was everything that a mother should be. She was soft and gentle, had a warm welcoming smile, and delicate laugh. She had the most beautiful voice. She used to sing to me all the time. And she was a great artist. I still have some of her paintings in my office at work. She was a lot of fun. She used to… make up all kinds of crazy games and we'd play them together. But she wasn't just a good mom, you know? She was an amazing woman too. She was strong, street smart, well educated, and had great business sense. A real woman of the 90's. Anyway… when I was ten, she got sick, stage four. It was the worst thing that could have ever happened to me.”

 

“Why?” Gojyo asked, fingers playing across alabaster skin.

“Because stage four is terminal. I was old enough to know she was going to die, and I was petrified.”

“Death can be scary at that age,” Gojyo said comfortingly

 

“That's not it.” Sanzo said sadly. “In some sort of twisted way, I was happy for my mother, because she would finally be able to get away from my father. She loved him so much. She bent over backwards to exceed all his expectations, but it was never enough. Especially when he decided that he wanted me to do something. If I didn't want to do it, she would try and convince him, and when she pushed too hard he…”

 

“He what?” Gojyo asked, but Sanzo couldn't answer over the lump in his throat. “That bad?” tender eyes asked, and he shook his head yes. Gojyo kissed him delicately. “I'm sorry. I didn't know. You don't have to tell me anymore. It's okay, really.”

 

“No, you should know about my past. Maybe it will help you understand me better.” He took a moment to clear his head, and continued. “He hurt her so many times. It was always my fault. She was just trying to protect me. She didn't want him putting all that pressure on a little kid, you know?” he asked and Gojyo nodded in understanding.

 

“After two years of suffering, she finally passed away, at home, in bed. I was there, holding her hand. My dad… was at work. I was so happy that she didn't have to be in pain anymore, but at the same time I was terrified. I was smart enough to realize everything was going to change. My mother had always kept my father off my back, and without her there, I knew hell was waiting for me.”

 

“What happened next?”

 

“After her funeral, my father took me into his office, and sat me down, and told me that I was an adult now, and that adults don't linger. He forbid me from crying. He took all her pictures down, tossed all her things, and tried to throw away all her paintings. I took the ones she gave me, and hid them in the basement. Those are the ones I have in my office.”

 

“That's terrible…”

 

“My father is the very definition of manipulation and control. Every blink… every breath… controlled. He's like a robot. He never smiles, or frowns. His face is just blank. Even his eyes… Frozen… I have no idea how my mother ever fell in love with him. They were complete opposites. He twists and turns everything until he gets his way. He has to have HIS way. That's the most important thing in the world to him. Everyone around him has to follow HIS plan.”

 

“But… couldn't you have…”

 

“No.” When Gojyo frowned he smiled. “Trust me on this. There's no way past it,” Sanzo laughed but it didn't reach his eyes. “When I was fifteen I told my dad I wanted to go to art school. I'd been painting since I was twelve. For some reason, it made me feel closer to my mother, and it turns out that I had some real talent. Anyway, all my dad said was no. Not maybe, not we'll discuss it. Just one cold hard word, NO. When I pushed it, he just told me that I wasn't a child anymore, and I had to learn to put away childish things.”

 

“So you gave up? Just like that?”

 

“No, I gave up after he sent me to some hoods in the woods type program. I was stuck in the freezing cold, in the middle of nowhere, with a bunch of juvenile delinquents. When I told the other kids that I was there because I asked my dad if I could go to art school, they tortured me. I spent two and a half months getting the crap kicked out of me, in the middle of the fucking mountains. One night I was sitting by the fire, I had a bloody nose, split lip, and my ribs were killing me. I was so tired of getting jumped, that I told one of my counselors that I didn't even want to go to art school anymore. That I'd be happy just to get the hell out of Colorado. My father mysteriously showed up the next day, to pick me up.”

 

“Really? Wow… That's…”

 

“Yeah… I know. He's a bastard, and he always gets what he wants. I even ended up in a bunch of relationships, with women I couldn't stand, just because I wanted to make him happy. I wanted him… to be proud of me. He's…” Sanzo sighed, trying to find the right words. “If he can't force you, buy you, or sell you, he's happy to break you, and then recreate you. He molded me into the perfect son. I graduated high school early. Got early acceptance to NYU. I got my bachelors in what he wanted me to. I work where he wants me to work. I turned out exactly the way he wanted me to, and it makes me sick.”

 

“Sanzo…”

 

“It's okay. I'm used to it now. I don't even put up a fight anymore. I've learned how to pretend to be everything he expects me to be. Hard, cold, and calculating, just like him. It's the life I was born into, and I'm fine with it.”

 

“No, Sanzo, it's not fine,” Gojyo said as he sat up. “He had you wrapped so tight you couldn't even love someone… desire someone. You just buried away everything that made you, you. It's not right, and I don't care what you say, it's bullshit!” Gojyo said angrily, as he looked into his loves eyes. “Living that many years with all your passion hidden away… It's not fair…”

 

Sanzo smiled reassuringly. “Obviously, that's not a problem anymore. I'm happy to have the little things that keep my life sane. It's a better alternative.”

 

“To what?”

“Being miserable.”

“You're an adult now, Sanzo. He can only make you miserable if you let him.”

 

Sanzo wished that was the truth. He'd tried time and time again to block out his father's mind games, but it never worked. “I don't think you realize how much you can buy with the kind of money my father has in the bank. Money opens a hell of a lot of doors, and if my father wants someone to suffer… they will.”

 

Gojyo hugged him tightly, and drew him into a long kiss. When he pulled back he looked Sanzo in the eyes and smiled. “Thank you.”

 

“For what?”

“Telling me about your family.”

“Probably not what you thought it would be.”

 

“No, it wasn't, but that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you finally opened up to me.” Gojyo dropped several kisses along his face and neck, and moved lower, lips, teeth, and tongue, setting him on fire. “Besides, you've got me now, and I'll protect you.”

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Sanzo checked himself out in his rearview mirror, and frowned. Maybe he won't notice… Deciding that his father would most definitely notice, he pulled out his hair tie, and fixed the stray hairs that were out of place. He got out of his Mercedes, and made his way into the house where he'd grown up. His father had asked him to breakfast, which was something he didn't usually do, so he was expecting the worst.

 

When he got to the dining room his father was wearing a 5,000 dollar suit, his hair meticulously combed back, and a newspaper in front of his face. The paper tipped down in the corner, and he got a good look at the monster that hid in his closet. “Ah, Sanzo, welcome. Please have a seat.”

 

Sanzo bowed stiffly, “Father,” and sat down.

“How are you, Sanzo?”

 

Of fuck… When his father took the time to mince words, and exchange pleasantries, it was always an incredibly bad sign. “I've been well,” he said and took a sip of orange juice. “How are you?”

 

“Very well, I've been enjoying my retirement. After all, I deserve it. How are things at the office?”

 

“Good. Good,” he said as he fidgeted in his seat. His father hated it when he squirmed, but sitting in front of his father was like being in front of a judge. He always felt like a criminal, a three time loser, looking at life.

 

“It's been very busy lately, I assume?”

“Yes. We have some new investors.”

“Excellent. I've had a very busy and interesting week myself.”

“Really?”

“Yes, as a matter of fact, I found another investor.”

“Who?”

“Nataku Touten.”

 

“But I thought that after everything that happened with Mei he refused to do business with our family ever again.”

 

“He did, but I've reconciled our differences.”

“How?” he asked suspiciously.

“You're going to marry Mei.”

What!?! “Mei and I already tried things. It didn't work out,” he replied tightly.

 

“I'm well aware of that, but she's still in love with you. Her father is worth millions, and when you marry Mei, those millions will benefit Zenon industries,” Shuuei said easily.

 

“I can't marry Mei.”

“You can, and you will.”

“No, I can't. I'm already…”

“Yes I know. I'm well aware of your… gay… lover…” he said with disgust.

“How could you possibly…”

“I'm not without my resources, Sanzo,” he said haughtily.

“Then you already know that I can't marry Mei. So what am I doing here?”

“Who is he?”

 

Sanzo gave a sigh of relief. He doesn't know his name… I guess his resources aren't as impressive as he would like everyone to believe. “Does it matter?”

 

“Of course it matters. You are the CEO of Zenon Industries, and soon you'll be the figurehead of the Douji name. This family will not be represented by an abomination.”

 

“It's not an abomination. I'm in love with him.”

“We all have to make sacrifices.”

“No, not this time. I won't!”

“You most certainly will.”

 

“This isn't about painting, or my hair, or school!” Sanzo growled. “This is my life we're talking about. There's no way in hell I'm going to marry Mei. I refuse to hurt him that way. I won't give in this time.”

 

“This matter can be easily resolved.”

“How?” he demanded.

“If this man loves you as much as you love him, then he'll understand.”

“Understand what?”

“That you have a duty to this family that you can't ignore.”

“What duty?”

“To produce a legitimate heir, and extend our familial line.”

“An heir? You're tearing my life apart, for a fucking heir?” he growled. He was starting to lose his cool.

“My name must go on.”

 

“I refuse to give up my feelings or my relationship. Not for this family, our company, or anything else in this world. I'm sorry father, but you and your ego just aren't worth that much. Not to me.” He got up and marched towards the door.

 

“Tell me, Sanzo, have you ever heard of a band called Essential Vex?” Sanzo froze in the doorway. But he said… “Their lyrics are quite entertaining, wouldn't you say? The lead singer, Gojyo Taishou is a very talented man. It would be a shame if something were to happen to him, wouldn't it?” he asked smugly.

 

Conniving son of a bitch…

 

“What do you want from me?” he asked as he turned to his father, resignation written in his posture.

 

“Sanzo, you are going to marry Mei, and produce an heir, weather you like it or not. It's your job to do what's best for this family, and our company.”

 

I can't give him up… I can't live without him…

 

“If I marry Mei, you'll leave him alone, right?”

“Yes.”

 

Sanzo bowed, and practically fled for the front door, with as much dignity as he could muster. He got into his car, turned the key, pounded the gas, and left his family house of horrors far behind…